As a reader, I like nothing better than to cuddle up with a good book. My favorite place to read is the bathtub. Even though my bathroom is the size of a postage stamp, it is my sanctuary. When the door closes at night, there is an invisible "do not disturb" sign on the door. I am not to be bothered! It's a place where I relax, compose new stories, and read good books! There was a time for medical reasons I couldn't take a bath for two weeks. Do you know I actually couldn't write during those times? Crazy!!!
Do you have a special reading place? Just comment below to win an e-copy of my hot contemporary novella Irish Rising.
Famous romance writer, Kim Green went to Ireland with her two cousins to research the setting of her new book and have some quality girl bonding fun. She’s in the business of writing about love. She didn’t expect it find her on the street in a sleep Irish town with a sexy, “I want to drown in your chocolate eyes” pub owner.
Duncan Murphy never believed in the old family legend. The idea a trapped mermaid granted his family the ability to recognize their one true love was absurd to him until he spots a sexy American across the street from his pub. Something deep within him recognized her as his other half
They’re drawn together in an explosive first encounter. Life is blissful until a misunderstanding threatens to tear them apart. Is their fragile newfound romance something legends are made of or the misguided belief in an ancient fantasy?
Irish Rising Excerpt
Kim walked and walked taking in all the local scenery. The sculpted hedgerows infused with red and white flowers. The shopkeepers sweeping the sidewalks in front of their stores, they were always quick with a greeting and even quicker with a smile. As she walked, she talked into her mini-recorder trying to capture as many details as possible. When she got back to her room later, she would transcribe her notes to be used later in her manuscript. Every once in a while she would stop to take some pictures since Kim found it helpful to surround herself with images that help her describe things in her stories.
Her walking slowed to a complete stop when she noticed a house for sale. As she peered through the gate in the hedges, she saw a wonderful stone house that was so typical in Ireland. Some people would say that the house needed a lot of work, but Kim only saw the possibilities. A cobblestone walkway led from the iron gate over an expansive front lawn, ending at an enormous wooden front door. Attached to each window were empty flowerboxes she could imagine them overflowing with a riot of colors. Kim checked the gate to try and get a closer look but it was locked. Too bad, she wanted to explore more of the grounds for her research. Maybe she’ll call the realtor and set up a viewing while she was still in the country.
"You’re not lost now, are you, luv?” A gravely voice startled her out of her revelry.
She turned around to see whom the voice belonged to when across the road she saw the hottest man she had seen in her entire life. He was lazily leaning in the doorway of the pub across the street. He had a white apron tied around his waist that tapered down from wide shoulders. In his hands he was drying a glass while he stared at her from a distance. His brown hair curled over the collar of his black shirt that was pulled taunt over the muscles of his chest. Peaking out from underneath one of the sleeves was a Celtic band tattoo. Kim whistled to herself. She was a sucker for a man with band tattoos. She wondered if he had any more hidden by his clothes.
Kim flashed him her sexiest smile. “No, not lost. Just dreaming.”
He slowly unfurled himself from the doorway and walked across the street toward her. He had the walk of a man totally comfortable in his own skin. A loose-legged swagger that made Kim’s insides do a nervous tap dance. Up close, he was much taller than he appeared from across the street. Kim needed to tilt her head back to look into his dreamy chocolate brown eyes. She was short, her license said that she was five-three, but she was probably closer to five-two in her stocking feet. He towered over her by at least a foot.
“Dreaming, huh?” He lifted her chin to stare deeply into her eyes. “Yes, I can see it. You have the eyes of a dreamer. You wouldn’t happen to be a dream fairy who has come along to invade all of my dreams, would you?”
Between his intense gaze and the hand gently touching her chin, he mesmerized her. “No, just a dreamer. I’m not here to invade anyone’s dreams.”
Something flared hotly in his eyes before he moved away from her. “Well now, that remains to be seen.”
The distance between them broke the spell and brought Kim back to her senses. She thrust out her hand to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Kim.”
He took her hand within his large one, but didn’t shake it. He simply held her hand within his own, renewing the connection that flared between them when they touched before. His gaze heated as he scanned her face and returned to her eyes. The heat and intensity caused Kim to gasp out loud. No man ever looked at her like this before. Not thinking it possible, his gaze burned brighter after hearing her gasp.
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This morning it was time for me to pick the winner in the Caliente Blog Hop. The winner is Susanmp. She gets her choice between an electronic copy or a signed hard copy of Bound in Evil! I hope she enjoys it!!!
I will be emailing her
What do you find hot? LOL! It's a very interesting and excuse the pun, a loaded question. "Hotness" is usually in the eye of the beholder. What I find hot might be a turn off someone else and vise versa. It really is "person specific". So since I write erotic romance, I think about what is sexy and men a lot. Especially, what I find sexy about men. I haven't written this in a story yet but lately there is something that some men do that I find extremely attractive. I find that when professional men who wear ties, at the end of their long work days, unbutton the top button of their dress shirts, undo their ties, and roll up their sleeves a few cuffs incredibly sexy. Now this is very specific, the tie needs to be still on them and dangling down their chests. This brings to mind all sorts of naughty and hot scenarios to this author's dirty little mind. When a man does this, it makes me think that they can be incredibly professional but have a wild streak in them. Uptight, yet they know how to relax. The dangling tie makes me dream of stories where the tie is used in the bedroom, or the boardroom for that matter in all interesting ways. These men definitely get a second look from me on the street.
What do you find hot, hot, hot in men? Inquiring minds want to know and you never know when you might find it in a book by a new or favorite author of yours. This blog hop runs for seven days, I will be picking my own personal winner on the May 13th blog. All you have to do is answer my question of what do you find hot in men? What makes a man get a second look from you?
My winner will receive either a signed paperback copy or ebook version of my new paranormal erotic romance, Bound in Evil.
Meg held her breath as he took her hand
and led her on to the dance floor, pulling her against his body, and started
swaying to the music. As she stood there swaying with him, she felt the hard
erection in his pants brushing against her stomach. She pressed her body closer
enjoying how his body tensed and trembled against her. He tightened his arms
around her so the heat of his body burned her through her clothes. A groan
rumbled in his chest under her ear and she snuggled deeper into his tight embrace.
The smell of his cologne mixed with his own unique scent filled and intoxicated
“You’re making it very hard for me to
keep my intentions honorable,” he whispered huskily.
Meg leaned back bringing her lower body
snugger against his and stared at him hoping the desire he ignited in her body
showed in her eyes as it did his. “At least one of us is trying to remain
honorable. You must be much stronger than I am because right now my body is
screaming for less than honorable things to be done to it.”
She didn’t think it possible but his gaze
flared hotter. The desire in his eyes caused her to gasp at the intensity. She
felt her body immediately respond.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her from
the dance floor. “Come with me.”
Meg stumbled along behind him as he
brought her farther and farther away from the light of the square and deeper
and deeper into the darkness of the hot, sultry night.
By the light of the full moon, he led her
to a huge weeping willow tree silhouetted against the darkness, its beautiful
branches bowing low to the ground creating a perfect natural curtain. Meg
watched as he pushed the branches aside creating a doorway to an inner private
sanctuary just for them.
“Do you trust me?”
Meg took a deep breath. Her whole being
wanted to shout, “I trust you with my
body, heart, and soul.” Even in a haze of desire, she didn’t think now was
the time to confess never-ending devotion. There was something about this man
that completely made her forget about her wary nature. She loved how she felt
when around him and didn’t want to scare him off.
She firmly entwined her fingers with his
and squeezed his hand, unsure if he could see the expression on her face in the
darkness. “Yes, I trust you.”
He pulled her into the darkness and
dropped the curtain of branches, blocking out all light from the moon. Meg
stood there in the darkness, her breathing shallow and heard pounding in her
chest. He stood close to her because she could feel the heat of his body and
hear his own shallow breathing in the darkness. Since she couldn’t see, Meg
closed her eyes and listened to her surrounding with all of her senses. She
didn’t know if the darkness or his closeness made her senses feel sharper and
clearer. Her body felt electrified.
His hand stroked down her exposed neck
and arm causing her to gasp at the trail of sensations and heat his stroke left
behind. Meg felt the small tendrils of her hair next to her ear sway from his
breath. Her whole body tensed in anticipation of what he would do next. The
whispered caress of his soft lips on the lobe of her ear caused her body to
“Tell me,” he whispered against her ear.
“Watching me this afternoon, did it turn you on?”
Meg’s breasts swelled and constricted in
the bodice of her dress. She nodded her head in the darkness, not trusting her
own voice. His steely arm stole around her waist and roughly dragged her back
against his hard body.
“The words, Meg. I need to hear the
words. Were you turned on today?” The forcefulness of his words turned her on
even more. She arched back and rubbed herself against the hardness nestled
against her back.
“Yes,” she moaned. “It turned me on. I
thought about it all day.”
His lips played with her earlobe as his
hands slid up and cupped her heavy breasts. He tested their weight in his hands
before pinching her painfully erect nipples through the fabric of her dress.
Meg let out a small shriek as the sensations shot directly down to her pussy
causing it to spasm and released a flood of desire between her legs.
The pressure on her nipples increased and
a moan slipped past her lips. The darkness and the fact she couldn’t see him
amplified all of the feelings within her body. She could no longer think a
rational thought except how she wanted his hands on her skin, anywhere,
Meg couldn’t control her body anymore.
Like a cat, she sensuously rubbed the back of her body against his hard form.
It thrilled her to hear his breath catch in his throat. It felt good to know
she wasn’t the only one close to losing control.
“Do you want to know a secret?” His lips
traced the line of her jaw. Meg tilted her head to give him better access. “Yes.”
“I knew you were there watching me and it
turned me on more. Did you go home and play with yourself and think about me?”
“No, I took a cold shower,” Meg moaned as
his hand brushed the V between her legs through her dress and slowly started to
inch the hem up her body.
From the darkness behind her, she heard
him chuckle. It’s sensual nature filled with desire and dark promises. Unspoken
promises which made the walls of her pussy clench in anticipation. She
continued to rub against him trying to provide herself with any type of relief.
All she truly accomplished was to feed the flame of their desire.
“My poor, poor, baby. Did it work?” She
felt her dress being tugged up inch by tantalizing inch higher and higher.
“No, it did nothing. I think it made me
want you more.” Don't forget about the grand prizes for this blog hop, they are awesome.